Country Saloon, half past five. The gormless town idiot kicks the swinging doors in and screams on the top of his lungs, “Quick! Y’all better save your lives! BLACK HAND is coming, and he’ll kill everyone!” A massive commotion starts. The cancan dancers stop cancaning, the barman starts locking away the booze and Joe, a lone traveller, just looks in with amazement, while sipping on his double Scotch on the rocks. Ten minutes later and the saloon is empty. The bartender is the last person to rush out of the premises. Joe stops him with a cocky attitude! “You! What the hell is going on?” “Did you not hear?” he cries. “BLACK HAND is coming and will kill everyone! Save yourself!” he squeals as he runs away. “What a load of nancies!” Joe thinks, and carries on sipping on his drink. A couple of tumbleweeds blow across the room, then nothing happens for ten minutes. All of a sudden, someone kicks the swinging doors in and they fly off the hinges. Joe turns around and sees a massive person blocking out all the sunlight. As he comes closer Joe realises it’s a seven foot tall black guy. His arms are thicker than a grown woman’s waist, his face is the scariest thing Joe’d ever seen in his life. For the first time in his life Joe is ACTUALLY scared. “Suck my cock!” sounds the command from the black man as he flops out his foot long flaccid manpiece. Without thinking Joe starts to “smoke” it. After a minute, the big black man commands, “Faster cowboy!” Joe obeys, and sucks faster. “Faster you, Sissy!” he thunders. Joe sucks faster. “Faster, you motherfcuking piece of white bastard!” Joe has enough, and plucks up the courage to speak up for himself. “What’s with all this? Why so fast? he snaps The black giant replies nervously, “Did you not hear? BLACK HAND is coming, and he’ll fcuking kill everyone!”